Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.